Page 39 of Summer's Seduction

My forearms pressed into the soft moss around me as I propped myself up, watching Morpheus grow closer to where I needed him most. Gods, it was torture in the best sort of way. I needed this, the build-up—the anticipation. And Morpheus knew just how far to push me.

“You’ve never been bitten either?”

“I have,” he rumbled, his hands coming around to press my thighs further apart. “But I can block memories and emotions from transferring.” His thumbs trailed up, running through the slickness that had built. Parting my flesh, he leaned down, lips hovering over me. “But I wanted you to see me.”

His tongue was on me in the next breath, running up the length of my pussy before circling my clit. My head dropped back, and Morpheus growled, the rumble vibrating across my pussy and leaving me writing beneath him. He unleashedhimself on me, feasting as if I were the only thing keeping him alive.

My fingers dug into his hair as I pressed against his mouth, groaning as his teeth scraped against my clit.

“Bite me,” I pleaded, too lost to the desperate pleasure to care. “Morpheus, I need you.”

His mouth rumbled, the sound more beast than man as he thrust two fingers through the mess he made, curling them as he sucked my clit hard. I was grinding against his tongue, rocking my pussy around his fingers as pulses of pleasure shot through me.My fingers dug into his hair, pressing him closer as an orgasm blasted through me.

“So fucking sweet,” Morpheus murmured, licking up my center before pressing a kiss to the large vein in my inner thigh. His fingers started pumping, working my swollen flesh into another coiled tension, not letting me come down from the high before I was already panting for more.

“Gods,” I breathed, the mounting pleasure almost painful. A third finger pressed inside me, that delicious stretch nearly my undoing. “Morpheus, please.”

“I love the way you beg.” The words rumbled over my pussy before his fangs sank into my thigh. My back arched as the orgasm tore through me. My magic reached for him, willing him to feel every moment of pleasure that he caused—every pulse of ecstasy that shot through my veins as he consumed my blood. My dark tendrils of persuasion rushed against the walls of his mind, begging for entrance. Promising bliss.

I wanted him to smell like me—needed every being that scented him to know that I was the one he chose, the woman he’d spent his night feasting on.

Shadows answered, flitting through the feelings I offered as if screening what my intentions were. And then the resistance was gone, and our minds were linked. Morpheus groaned ashe sucked, his body tensing as I sent another wave of desire coiling through him, allowing him to feel each wave as it crested through my trembling body.

I felt him tense, felt my orgasm fuel his own as he drank. As his fingers stretched my drenched pussy.

“Come for me, my Dark Prince,” I whispered, feeling my body tense again. The words vibrated with a melody only the two of us understood, our magic weaving together until I wasn’t sure where I stopped, and he began.

Everything fell away. It was just us. Just his tongue lapping at the blood trickling from my thigh to my pussy, his lips slick with my wetness and smeared scarlet with my blood. His fingers stretched me, his golden eyes gazing up as his other hand wrapped around his cock, stroking in time with the ones thrusting inside of me.

And then we were falling—diving over the cliff together. A whimper tore through my throat, the release too much, too powerful after every other orgasm he’d just delivered. He eased his fingers out of me as my chest heaved, my pulse thrumming in the haze of pure euphoria.

He pressed one last kiss to my pussy before sitting back, licking his fingers one by one until they were clean. He dragged his thumb across the corner of his mouth, gathering the last of my blood on the tip before his lips closed around that, too. So fucking filthy. And I loved it.

“Delicious.” Morpheus’s lips tilted in a lopsided grin as if he could read my thoughts. He stood, gathering me in his arms before turning toward the steaming waterfall. I let him carry me, still too fuzzy from pleasure to care if it made me look weak. “Let’s get you cleaned up, little monster. We’ve only just begun.”

MORPHEUS

Icouldn’t get enough of her. We’d bathed three times, only pausing long enough for my little monster to recover before I sank my tongue into her pussy again.

I spent hours between her thighs, licking and nipping, finger fucking her until she whimpered for me to stop. Until every horrible memory from today had been scrubbed clean and replaced by me.

She fell asleep with her head on my chest, my arm wrapped around her. We hadn’t bothered with clothes before slipping between my black silk sheets.

I’d never been more grateful. She looked like a fucking goddess as the sun rose, the gentle light of early dawn filtering through the cavern’s ceiling.

Her breasts rose and fell with easy breaths, her pulse steady and slow. Umber curls stretched across my pillow, her scent of eucalyptus and honey now tainted with my blood.

Larkspur was marked, claimed like no one else before her had been. Because she was the first one I’d willingly let bite me. The only one I felt proud to have submitted to.

Dark memories threatened to consume me, as they normally did after a night of indulgence. It was worse this time. There wasa nagging in my mind, spurred on by the memories her feeding had unleashed. But I didn’t want to ruin this moment. I focused on my little monster instead. On the way, her heart seemed to synchronize with mine, and on the gentle snores that tumbled from her lips. She was so fucking perfect. Strong and beautiful and ferocious.

She’d shown she could handle revenge, but how far could I push my little monster? I hoped she understood what had to be done today.

Her breathing changed a moment before her beautiful green eyes blinked open. Larkspur stilled as she met my gaze, and then the tension throughout her body seemed to unravel. The sleepy grin she offered had my heart squeezing.

“Good morning,” she breathed, reaching her hand up and arching her back as she stretched. Her breasts rose, the nipples once red and spotted with puncture marks now pink and peaked once more. She rolled against me, her hand tracing patterns across my chest. We stayed like that, enjoying the peaceful silence for a while longer until she spoke. “Yesterday, you said no one else has ever peered into your mind, at least not the way I did when I drank from you, but you’ve been bitten?”

My arm wrapped around her waist and tugged, drawing her closer. “My father doesn’t believe in doing anything halfway. So, when I turned sixteen, and he learned I’d never been with a woman, let alone offered another my blood, he ensured the problem was rectified.”

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